Cold As The Winter Winds {Open}

[Dakki]

Cold. Cold. Cold.

It was all he felt, all he could ever feel. He was just entertaining himself, knowing that his time would come sooner than most wolves. Who was he kidding, trying to act like a normal being? He was far from the average wolf, and yet... here he was. Breathing -- somewhat. He was careful not to go running, although the air was crisp and it called to him. Taking in as deep as a breath as he could, he coughed and hacked up a ball of mucus, blood staining the earth where he spat. Shaking, he stepped around it, trying not to look at what would soon be his death. There was no chance that Coltrane would die of old age. He was already five years old, yet he knew that he only had a few years left. How limited his life was on this earth, and yet he kept himself hidden away, tucked away from all others. He did not wish for other wolves to get close to him, he didn't want them to watch the life slowly ebb out of his body. He had little spirit left, because what was the point on trying hard at a game that you couldn't win? He watched all the males in his family die of Cystic Fibrosis, he was the so called lucky one because his symptoms didn't show until he was two years old. That bought him a little more time -- a few precious years to life out this pathetic life.

One would think that Coltrane would wish to embrace life to the fullest, but he had only been familiar with the darkness that came with the light. Poison seeped into his lungs, choking him with his own fluids. He was not a wolf, he was a dying animal. Food was no use, no matter how much he ate, the build up of mucus in his digestive track made it very hard for him to gather any nutrients from it at all. So he just stopped hunting, it took too much energy away from the sickly boy anyways. Shivering, the nomad roamed on, never lingering in one place for too long. It had done him good so far, he had yet to run into another wolf that he was not able to hide from. Conversations were pointless things, he often hid or even tried to scare the wolf away. All the better, what was the use to get close to a shriveling soul? They would only mourn his loss as he had for his family, it was much more simple to just crawl into a corner to die where no one knew your name.

Ravensbruck had been his home for about a year now, he was beginning to understand the pattern of the wolves who roamed here. Taking that information, he then used it to best avoid them, warding off any wayward kind souls that wished to 'cure' him. There were no herbs or remedies that could fix him, perhaps prolong his death for a few measly hours. It wasn't like he had anyone left that he wanted to say good-bye two, his sisters were better off living a normal life. Although that curse sat dormant in their wombs, ready to infect their sons. He wouldn't be surprised if they avoided having pups at all, he knew that he didn't want to. Why pass on this toxin to a little one? He didn't want anyone to have to go through what he was, not even on his worst enemy. To know that your days are limited is not a blessing, its a curse -- one that he had to forever walk with.

Wheezing slightly, the multi-hued male knew that it was time to take a break. Trying to draw in deep breaths, he flopped on to his side, mouth opened wide as he greedily sucked as much oxygen into his lungs as he could, trying to feed his body of the gas. He had walked too far this time, pushing himself to his limits. If he didn't stop doing that, his time would grow shorter still. But why prolong this pain? It would be so much easier if he just ended it now, jumping off a cliff or something. But there was still something that kept him bound to the earth, for whatever reason he wanted to live to the end of his days. Golden eyes rolled as he scoffed at his own thoughts, sickly thin side heaving beneath his thick fur as he tried to regain his breath.

"Talk like this."

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TAGGED: Open~
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[maidinmisery]

Oh Death, won't you spare me over another year?
But what is this I can't see with Ice cold hands taking hold of me.
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Padding through the snow at an even pace, the brute seemed to be quite content despite, the frigid temperatures. Of course, it didn’t help that the male stuck out like a sore thumb with a shining black that would make any raven jealous. Ears perking up lightly, he stopped for a moment as he watched the snow drift softly towards it friends as they covered every inch of the ground before him. Picking his pace back up, he began to walk as he had nothing else to do. Michel, his brother had stormed off to go hunt as he had caused quite a riot out of said brother by teasing and taunting him endless since that morning. With Michel leaving, Lucifer had though it would be a good time to go off on his own after all, it was either wander about or be bored.

Head held up high, he began to scan out what he could make out in front of him. His eyes a bright yellow in which it seemed to shine like the male was possessed by a demon or worse. A smug grin seemed to be stuck on his face as he kept up on with his journey of going nowhere. It wasn’t until he saw a fairly large lump lying in the snow a few feet away. The brute stopped short as curiosity filled him, wondering what the lump could possibly be after all, most animals were in hibernation or refused to leave the comforts of their own dens. He almost jumped when he heard a large wheeze come from the animal, and slowly he began to make his way towards the beast, his nose picking up that it was another wolf and a male at that. Stopping short once again, he was about a foot away when he spoke up.

“Well someone has a nasty cold.” He hummed out lightly as he began to slowly make his way towards the male once again as he made his present quite clear. His eyes seem to scan the body before him as he titled his head. This couldn’t be just a simple cold as the male looked like he was dying on the ground before, Lucifer.

“Well maybe not a cold… It seems quite serve, almost unbearable.” His tone was quite flat as his eyes seemed to cloud up with boredom even though his mind was quite curious about the brute who lay on the surface of snow. Instead, he sat down on his hunches, even though part of him was telling him to leave the poor soul alone and go torment someone else, but yet he couldn’t pull away. No, the male had peaked his curiosity and now he wanted it satisfied with some answers.

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When god is gone, and the devil takes hold.
Who will have mercy on your soul?

Tags Dakki
Word Count 460
Notes ;`; Sorry if its too short..